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✨marinette 🌸🐞

#marinette dupain cheng

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i wonder how many times félix has heard this epithet

#ml season 5 spoilers

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It would have been cute if Adrien had kept that pottery wheel Marinette gave him in season 4. He seemed genuinely interested in it, and we could have had this delightful progression of ugly little armature pottery filling up the Agreste mansion from that point onward.

It could have started in Adrien’s room at first, with just a few little bowls and misshapen vases appearing on his coffee table and nightstand. But then by season five, they’re in the kitchen and living room. Eventually, they’re all over Gabriel’s studio because Nathalie knows that he hates the ugly little things, because they are mediocre products of a hobby that Gabe did not approve for his son, but he knows that if he says a word about it she will snap him like twig over one of her robot legs.

And then one day, Chat Noir gifts one of these little pots to Ladybug. Because she’s his best friend, but also because Adrien is seriously running out of space but is having too much fun with his pottery wheel to stop making them. And while Ladybug does give him a cursory speech about how they really shouldn’t be giving each other gifts, she accepts it, because it’s season 5, and she has a crush by this point. 

And depending on whether Adrien had gotten into glazing and firing his pottery by this point, maybe he even added a little yellow rose to the pot to symbolize friendship. And a little black cat, because you know. He’s him. (And the two would not be at all in proportion to one another.)

Then weeks later, when Adrien just happens to be hanging out at his girlfriend’s place, he happens to glance over at her sewing table and sees a familiar little pot holding a bunch of spare bobbins and fabric scraps. And then his head explodes. 

#ml glaciator 2.0 #ml headcanons

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Wedding Dress

Whoop whoop! Here's day 28! I hope you still like it even though it's a lil late! I had quite a fun time writing this one :)! Lemme know your thoughts!

AO3

“It’s bad luck to see a bride in her wedding dress, you know,” Marinette said, shooting a grin over her shoulder as she heard Adrien step inside the room she was working in. A sewing needle was in her mouth as she worked on the white, lacy gown.

“Ah, yes, but you’re not exactly in the wedding dress, now are you?” he asked, raising a brow as he smirked back. “You’re just creating it.”

Marinette simply laughed, standing up with a roll of her eyes. She stepped back, leaning her head against Adrien’s shoulder as she admired the dress she had begun creating for their wedding. “Looks good though, no?” she murmured softly. “I hated it in the beginning but I think it’s growing on me. I’m almost positive I’ll like it when it’s time for our wedding.”

Adrien chuckled back, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "It looks more than good, Marinette. It looks positively stunning, just like you." His words were sincere, filled with admiration for both the dress and the woman beside him.

She blushed, turning to meet his gaze. "You always know how to make me feel special," she said softly, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I can't wait for you to see the finished piece on our wedding day."

"I can't wait either," Adrien replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m sure it’ll look much better on its final model.”

As they stood together, Marinette felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. The journey that had led them to this point had been filled with challenges and adventures, but through it all, their love had only grown stronger. 

She couldn't help but marvel at how far they had come since the days of her not-so-secret crush on him. It still seemed almost baffling that she was set to marry him. The boy she had been dreaming of since she was a young teenager.

Adrien ran a hand through her hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Remember when we first met?" he mused, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

Marinette chuckled, a fond glimmer in her eyes. "How could I forget? You were the new student in school and I positively hated you for putting that chewing gum on my seat."

He groaned, tapping her nose playfully which she scrunched at him. “How many times do I need to tell you that I never put that chewing gum on your seat? That was all Chloé’s doing. I was just trying to help take it off.”

“So you say,” she teased, a smirk teasing at the edges of her lips.

“Alright, alright,” Adrien chuckled, putting his hands up. “The second time we met.”

Marinette hummed, leaving his arms to rock on her heels in front of him with an even larger grin. “Mmm, do you perhaps mean the time when we saved Paris together and you fell head over heels for me when I stood up to Hawkmoth?”

Adrien rolled his eyes, closing the distance as he grasped her waist. He leaned down, his nose grazing against hers lightly. “Alright then, the third time we met. The time you fell positively head over heels for me. When I handed you my umbrella that day in the rain and you blushed and stammered as it closed directly on top of this cute little head of yours.”

Marinette threw her head back in a loud laugh. She shook her head after a bit, shaking her head at him with a pair of amused, glimmering blue eyes. Their banter was easy, built up over years of knowing and loving each other. She leaned into Adrien's embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She knew with absolute certainty that she had found her soulmate in him, someone who understood her dreams and supported her every step of the way.

"Speaking of designs," Adrien began, his eyes lighting up with excitement, "have you thought about what song we'll dance to at our wedding?"

Marinette's heart fluttered at the mention of their wedding. It was a day she had dreamed about since before they had even started dating, a day where they would pledge their love to each other in front of their friends and family.

"I have a few ideas," she admitted with a playful glint in her eyes. "But it has to be something special, something that captures the magic of this moment."

Adrien nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "We'll know it when we hear it," he said confidently. "Just like we knew we were meant to be together."

“Mmm, don’t you think that might take a little longer?” She giggled. “God knows it took us quite a while to realize that we were both in love with each other.”

“You’re right,” he chuckled. “Hopefully it doesn’t take us as long as that. Why don’t we try listening to a few now.”

Adrien tapped a few buttons on his phone, letting a beautiful, soft piano melody play around them. Marinette hummed lightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she moved her head along to the slow rhythm of the song. It really was lovely.

When her eyes opened, she saw his arm extended out to her. Smiling, Marinette let him pull her into a gentle dance, swaying to the melody of their potential future wedding song. In that moment, surrounded by love and possibility, Marinette couldn't help but smile. She was exactly where she was meant to be, in Adrien's arms, discussing the plans that would draw them closer to their forever. 

As they swayed together, their conversation drifted to more wedding planning details, each of them bringing up their different ideas from the venue to the guest list. Each decision brought them closer together, solidifying their commitment to each other.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm glow into the room, Marinette felt a surge of anticipation for their future. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything.

#ml fanfiction #adrinette

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This is what’s gonna happen, right?

We all need this.

Expect more Adrienette or Marichat.

#ml emotion #adrinette

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Talking about what NYC Marichat would have been like with @authenticcadence18 was too funny not to draw lol

#ml comic #ml new york special #marichat

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Three years in ML fandom 🎉🎉🎉🐱🐞

#milestone celebration

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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

#fanfiction

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Reconsidering Pandora Hearts anime, decided, why not draw a crossover with one of my favorite shows?

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Fandom Problem #4834:

I hate when a fandom looks at parents in fiction and decides there are only TWO kinds of parents:

Abusive Parents OR Perfect Parents.

It's rarely as narrow as that. Some are abusive, some are flawed yet still good, some won't admit their flaws, and the list goes on and on. Similar complexities carry over to parent characters in fiction.

#fandom stuff

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oh uh! rb this if ur comfy w me @ ing u randomly or sending u random asks

just like talking to u in general :D

this is open to anybody not just the gimmickverse!!

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just steven universe au

#adrinette

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adrien’s never been used to a lot of noise in the first place.

when he goes over to marinette’s place for the first time; its almost scary how differently they live. where he lacks, she always picks up. she fills in the silence when he doesn’t feel like talking and even more so when he cant. bouncing legs, pencils on paper, the rhythmic clicking of her sewing machine, background music because she can’t focus without it—adrien’s never been used to something other than silence. marinette makes music by just being alive. whenever they’re apart (which is never), they face time, and he listens to her hum while she sews him a jacket they worked on the design for together. full of spikes. she pricks her fingers constantly, and he’s always the one to bandage her up if he’s there (she’s too focused to stop). he walks around his empty house and feels less alone with her in his hand, even if its just on the phone. phones are made for talking, though, aren’t they? marinette never makes him feel like he has to. on bad days, neither of them have to. others, she sits him down and does his makeup. listens when he does talk. or offers to give him a piercing in which he inevitably agrees to because of course he’d let her stab him with a needle. he’d let her do anything, really. marinette’s just fine holding the eyeliner. or a needle. or his pinky finger while they walk. she hasn’t gotten used to the hand holding-thing yet.

#ml paris special #ml au

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fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.

#boop

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Para mí, ellos serían los padres más amorosos y liberales. Tanto el adrinette y el feligami son material perfecto para una familia, más por parte de los Graham.

#feligami

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Most recent work: No End In Sight

Full summary:

What happens after Marinette & Adrien return to their dimension after the events of the Paris Special? (The Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir) They’ve got to start somewhere… the dark street, right outside the bakery, in the freezing cold, seems as good a place as any.

Nobody ever said that returning to life on the other side of the portal would be easy. For Marinette, things are looking worse than ever. An ominous summons from the Supreme immediately upon their return leaves Marinette shaken and angry with herself, questioning every decision she’s ever made. Will an unexpected visitor help the situation… or just make things worse?

Marinette exited the side door silently and shivered, wishing she’d thought to grab her coat. Crossing the street, she kept close to the building as she made her way slowly toward the streetlamp where she’d seen the movement earlier. He was still there, slouched against the metal pole- definitely a guy, based on size and build. As Marinette drew closer and her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could make out longish light-colored hair and a white leather jacket, dark jeans maybe. She watched from the shadows as he pushed himself off the streetlamp, standing up straight and pushing his hair out of his face to reveal a sharp jawline that was plastered over every flat surface in Paris, France, probably the world. Marinette stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat. Adrien Agreste. It was Adrien Agreste watching her through the window of the bakery. Claw.

#ml fanfiction #to read

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marinette blinks

#marinette dupain cheng